In the sunshineThe children are runningLaughing skippingAs they pick green mangoesBite and spit the skinSuck on the fruit

Hussein travels theDanger zone the campsThe people in despairArranging schoolingFor scattered childrenIn shock from dislocated villagesAnd this one

And the little schoolIn PajuleThat I rememberFor its swarmOf ragged barefoot childrenThe large smilesWhen everyone wantedTo get on cameraFallen silent nowAs dead mangoes dropUnwanted to the grassAnd Hussein arranges examsThat may keep some of themAt school of some sort somewhereFor a little longer